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Slackface Video (MV)




Performed By: YTK
Length: 2:04
Written by: Kolby Kennedy




YTK - Slackface Lyrics




Issa mix of this shit, stir the pot in the bag
Crime scene lookin' like the dog got in the trash
Redenbacher way a nigga tryna pop In the bag
Catch a mirco wave I forgot issa splash

When I cash out, black out, trap't out my dad house
Jim Carey the DVD I pull the mask out
Lunchtime grillin' yea the pack mad loud
Hit a play, run a route, I might pull a map out

I ain't jump off the porch, nigga i flew
Who woulda knew them three letters need two
Swine on my hinds they ketchup

(DOOT DOOT DOOT)

Bet my mama be sick, funeral flu

If ya know you know and If you knew you knew
Get to rapping to me then It's que the fool
Ion know what you talmbout who Is you,
I gotta year to kill and that's including you

(WHEW)
(ACHOO)

I think I got the bird flu
My Benjamins cryin' they blue
Hide In my sock and the sock In the shoe

Then I put the petal to the metal like I'm robbing a florist
A nigga go from stealing granny whip to the Forbes list
Pockets went from chubby to enormous, gorgeous
Shooting for the stars ion want you In my orbit

(BRRT)

Cordless
Hit me onna razor
A lot up on my plate but these 3 Omega

But you already knew that
Goin' nut no Nougat
You won't get ya boo back
I buss' her like A new gat

Sneak dissin' I dismiss It real niggas Neva do that
Put a knot on ya head like a motherf****** durag
And you monkey ass niggas want the kid to fling the poo back
I'm the king of the jungle and you posted where the zoo at
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Issa mix of this shit, stir the pot in the bag
Crime scene lookin' like the dog got in the trash
Redenbacher way a nigga tryna pop In the bag
Catch a mirco wave I forgot issa splash

When I cash out, black out, trap't out my dad house
Jim Carey the DVD I pull the mask out
Lunchtime grillin' yea the pack mad loud
Hit a play, run a route, I might pull a map out

I ain't jump off the porch, nigga i flew
Who woulda knew them three letters need two
Swine on my hinds they ketchup

(DOOT DOOT DOOT)

Bet my mama be sick, funeral flu

If ya know you know and If you knew you knew
Get to rapping to me then It's que the fool
Ion know what you talmbout who Is you,
I gotta year to kill and that's including you

(WHEW)
(ACHOO)

I think I got the bird flu
My Benjamins cryin' they blue
Hide In my sock and the sock In the shoe

Then I put the petal to the metal like I'm robbing a florist
A nigga go from stealing granny whip to the Forbes list
Pockets went from chubby to enormous, gorgeous
Shooting for the stars ion want you In my orbit

(BRRT)

Cordless
Hit me onna razor
A lot up on my plate but these 3 Omega

But you already knew that
Goin' nut no Nougat
You won't get ya boo back
I buss' her like A new gat

Sneak dissin' I dismiss It real niggas Neva do that
Put a knot on ya head like a motherf****** durag
And you monkey ass niggas want the kid to fling the poo back
I'm the king of the jungle and you posted where the zoo at
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Writer: Kolby Kennedy
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